Creation

God
dreamed them while he sang and shook his maracas, immersed in tobacco
smoke, and he was happy and also trembling with doubt and mystery.

The
Makiritare Indians know that if God dreams of food, he fructifies and gives to
eat. If God dreams of life, he is born and gives birth.

The
woman and the man dreamed that a great, shining egg appeared in God’s dream.
Inside the egg they sang and danced and made a racket, because they were crazy
with the desire to be born. They dreamed that in God’s dream joy was stronger
than doubt and mystery; and God, dreaming, created them, and singing said:

“I
break this egg and the woman is born and the man is born. And together they
will live and die. But they will be born again. The will be born and will die
again and once more will be born. And they shall never cease to be born,
because death is a lie.

Makiritare myth

Time

The Time of the Mayas was born
and had a name when the sky did not exist and the earth had not yet awoken.

The days set out from the East and
began to walk.

The first day took out the sky and
the earth from his entrails.

The second day made the ladder by
which the rain descends.

The works of the third day were the
cycles of the sea and of the earth and the throng of things.

By will of the fourth day the earth
and the sky tilted, and could meet.

The fifth day decided that all
should work.

The first light emerged from the
sixth day.

In the places where there was
nothing, the seventh day put earth.

The eighth sank his
hands and feet in the earth.

The ninth created the nether worlds.
The tenth day assigned the nether worlds to those who have poison in the soul.

Within the sun, the eleventh day
formed the stone and the tree.

It was the twelfth that made the
wind. It breathed wind and called it spirit, because there was no death in him.

The thirteenth day made the earth
wet and kneaded a body like ours out of mud.

Thus it is remembered in Yucatan.

Maya myth

The Sun and the Moon

The first sun, the
water sun, was carried off by the flood. All who lived in the world were turned
into fishes.

The second sun was devoured by
tigers.

The third was destroyed by a
firestorm, which burned up the people.

The fourth sun, the wind sun, was
wiped away by the storm. The people turned into monkeys and scattered in the
woods.

Deep in thought, the gods met in
Teotihuacán.

“Who will take care of bringing the
dawn?”

The Lord of the Snails, famous for
his strength and beauty, stepped forward.

“I will be the sun,” he said.

“Who else?

Silence.

The all looked at Little God
Purulent, the ugliest and unluckiest of the gods, and they decided:

“You.”

The Lord of the Snails and Little
God Purulent retired to the hills, which are now the pyramids of the sun and of
the moon. There, fasting, they mediated.

Then the gods gathered firewood,
built an enormous bonfire, and called them.

The Little God Purulent braced
himself and jumped into the flames. He immediately emerged incandescent in the
sky.

The Lord of the Snails looked
frowning at the fire. He advanced, retreated, stopped. He turned around a few
times. As he didn’t make up his midn, they had to push him. After much delay he
rose into the sky. Furious, the gods slapped his face. They hit his face with a
rabbit, again and again, until they killed his brightness. Thus, the arrogant
Lord of the Snails became the moon. The stains on the moon are the scars of
that punishment.

But the resplendent sun did not
move. The sparrow hawk of obsidian (lava) flew to the Little God Purulent:

“Why don’t you move?”

And the despised, the purulent, the
hunchback, the cripple, answered:

“Because I want the blood and the
kingdom.”

This fifth sun, the sun of movement,
illuminated the Toltecs and illuminates the Aztecs. It has claws and feeds on
human hearts.